I Thought I Knew
I dive down
deep inside
and try to hide
but what i find
is my amassed
blindness.
I thought i knew
more than a few
things about
life
but then i felt
that stout
knife
dissolution
and less
proudness.
I have to stay
to pick the day
in open kindness
for when i
close my
eyes
the more
i find less.
poem by Madrason writer
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